Every day I clean the Winchesters beautiful house top to bottom before heading up to eat alone in my tiny room on the top floor.

I try to ignore how Nina makes a mess just to watch me clean it up. How she tells strange lies about her own daughter. And how her husband Andrew seems more broken every day. But as I look into Andrews handsome brown eyes, so full of pain, its hard not to imagine what it would be like to live Ninas life.

I only try on one of Ninas pristine white dresses once. Just to see what its like. But she soon finds out and by the time I realize my attic bedroom door only locks from the outside,its far too late.

But I reassure myself: the Winchesters dont know who I really am.They dont know what Im capable of